.Almost Empty.

Suicide shines in her almost empty eyes,
No amount of marks could cover all the things she has to hide.
When she finally comes to her senses, all she sees is red,
And she's screaming at the voices that she hears inside her head.
Blood drips to the floor, she watches it in awe;
If the pain can overwhelm her, eventually shell feel nothing at all.
So she carves his name in silence, a name shell never speak,
A scar shell cover carefully, he'll never know she's weak.
She won't acknowledge his existence, won't let her soul be used!
Blocking out all traces of his affectionate abuse.
She wishes sleep would take her under, but her body just refuses,
Maybe staying up and overthinking will someday have it's uses.
As the razor takes her hand, and promises forgiveness,
She relives every mistake, the proof now lines her wrist.
But no amount of marks could cover all the hate she has to hide;
Suicide shines in her almost empty eyes...